The long dark tea-time of the soul

Monday.

The alarm went of at 7.30am and we got up showered and got breakfast. The bus picked us up at 9.30am. I managed the step up on to the bus fine. I took the walker, and it was stowed in the back. The weather looked promising as we set off, but was cloudy as we approached Lincoln. When we hit Fantasy Island the coach dropped off one family then the rest of us headed for Skegness itself. It was red hot and the sky was a blue I can only remember seeing abroad. We walked to the edge of the beach but stopped short of tackling the sand. My walking is hard enough work as it is, wading through sand is a step to far at this stage. 

We found a seating area and had bought fish and chips, or chips and whale it was massive. I only had about half of it as my appetite is still not back fully. But I'm not using the calories so it won't be. 

We walked back towards the main street and found some seats and had an ice cream while people watching on the outdoor pool. 

We went to the arcade and spent some time luxuriating in the air con and playing the 2p falls. I won a few tickets and got a squishy bat for my trouble. 

After sitting by the fountain for a while we found a pub to get out of the heat, and had a cider. It just so happened it was right outside where the bus was picking us up. 

We set back at 4.30pm. Got home around 6.30pm.

It was a lovely day out and so nice to have a change scene when you've spent 8 weeks in the bedroom and four months inside apart from going to the hospital etc it was most welcome. 

It was an emotional trip for me, in many ways, its hard work learning to walk again, and I'm very slow, and I can only go so far before I have to sit, it's frustrating, but amazing too, when I first had my fall I was thinking I wouldn't walk again, especially when they said they might have to amputate my only good foot... So proud on one hand of how far I've come, but I cant wait to be able to walk without help and to the level I was at before.